A softened gaze
“That can’t be right,” I insist, seeking to persuade myself rather than anybody else. The jeweler’s expression relaxes. Though her eyes are filled with silent understanding, she does not withdraw her previous declaration. No reassuring smile, just a solemn nod. Doubt gnaws at me. This realization feels like a fissure in the foundation of something immovable.
A Softened Gaze
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